|07-08-2006, 08:34 PM||#1|
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hell, new jersey.
Some story I'm writing.
Here's a story i'm writing. I'm sorry if this is the wrong forum to post writing, but I... anyway, I'll update later, and I hope you enjoy it! Here is what I got so far:
Written by: Thomas Bohley
Jay Masterson woke up, a sharp buzzing sound going as his eyes squinted against the bright morning light. It was winter. “Oh, why the hell didn’t I close the shades?” He asked to himself. The radio on his alarm clock burst on. A distorted voice told about rain coming this evening.
“Shut up.” Said Jay, slamming his hand on the alarm clock, looking for the off button. Eventually, he gave up, gripped the wire, and pulled, unplugging it. He gripped the sides of the bed, and pushed, lifting himself up. He tiredly pushed away the thin yellow blankets, and planted his feet on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head up with his hand.
Jay grunted, and got up. He began lazily walking toward the bedroom door. He wore a white tee shirt, and checker-design pajama pants. His hair was black and messy, above his tired blue eyes. Jay had slight five o’ clock shadow. He reached the door at the end of the small, dusty wooden room. Various movie and rock posters hung on the wall.
He opened the door, and began walking down the short narrow hall way to the bathroom. He changed his clothes and looked in the mirror. “Fucking Jay.” He said to himself. “Twenty four years old, and still working at Wawa.” He began running water in his messy white sink, and put his hands underneath the cold running water. He splashed some of the tap water on his face, and the stopped the water, and dried his face.
He exited the bathroom, and Went to the left of the door, down the door, down the stairs, his bare feet pounding on the stairs. He walked toward the kitchen. Finally, he reached it. It seems to be a long journey when you’re tired. He opened a white painted cabinet, and pulled out a can of Spaghetti-Os. He opened it, and poured it into a bowl. As it cooked in the microwave, the phone rang.
He checked the caller’s I.D., and answered. “Hey, man, Where the hell have you been!.... Married?! Holy crap, man!.... Yeah, I got good news too, dude. I finally got my own place, you know how?.... My parents moved out!..... Listen, man, I gotta go. I have to go to work soon and-..... Yeah, Fuck you too, Bye.”
He hung up the phone, and yawned. “Work...” Jay whispered to himself. He rushed to the clock on his DVD player. “Shit, I’m late!” He quickly put on his thin, dark green jacket, and rushed out the door. Jay slid the headphones of his MP3 player over his ears. He ran down the sidewalk, through the snow, leaving his rusty Toyota behind. He didn’t have to drive, it was barely a street away.
He burst through the glass door, and into the convenience store. A chubby brown haired man wearing a white shirt and Wawa apron stood at the counter. “Jay, where’ve you been? You’re late!”
“Sorry, Dill, I mean, I just-”
“No time for explaining, Jay!” Dillon snapped back.
“You know what, Dilly! I’m not gonna have to explain anymore, anyway!” Jay smiled. “I quit!” He tossed his nametag at Dillon. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go make out with my girlfriend, which I now have time for! See you A-holes later!” Jay laughed as he pressed his hands against the glass door, and walked out.
He walked back to his house, and stopped to stare at the small building. ‘All fucking mine.’ He walked to his driveway, and opened the door to his car. He got in, put the key into the ignition, and backed up. He then began driving through the white snow, to his girlfriend’s apartment building. Once he got there, there where police cars, and ambulances everywhere.
He got out of his car, and walked toward the crowd that surrounded. “What is it?” He asked, pushing through the crowd. “Some girl’s gonna commit suicide.” A skinny bald man answered. Jay got closer, and looked at the top of the building. A woman stood on the ledge.
“Jenny...” He whispered to himself. He rushed to one of the police men. “Let me through! That’s my girlfriend.” He shouted.
“Sorry, chief's orders.” Replied on of the police officers, his face showing no emotion.
“Please!” Screamed Jay, his face bursting with worry, and fear. “I- I can convince her! I can convince her to stop!” Jay rushed through the cops, and looked up at Jennifer. “Jenny! Jen, It’s me, Jay!” He shouted. “Please, don’t do this! You have your whole life ahead of you, and everyone wants you to live that life! If you do this, you’ll miss out on so much great things! And if you don’t stop this for you, stop it for me!”
Jennifer stood on the ledge, not moving. She tilted over, jumping off. “NO!” Jay screamed. As she hit the ground, a terrible crack filled the air. Jay held her bleeding body, and began crying. “No..” Suddenly, a different sound came from his headphones: “You can‘t stop me twice, can you?” Came a distorted voice. He ripped away the headphones, and continued holding her body, whimpering.
Jay lay sprawled out on his thin brown sofa. He’d been asleep. He was twitching as he slept. He still wore his green jacket. As he awoken, he immediately planted his feet on the floor. Jay stood up, and began walking toward the stairway. He climbed the stairs, and entered his bedroom.
He walked across the wooden room, toward one of the posters. He stopped by the wall, staring at his “Aqua Teen Hunger Force” poster. Jay sighed, and gripped the edge of the large poster. He tore at it, ripping down the poster. He stopped, staring down at the pieces of the poster on the hardwood floor. He made his way to his black nightstand, and opened the drawer.
The nightstand had the unplugged alarm clock and a glass of water, set next to a pile of graphic novels on top. He reached into the drawer, and pulled out a photo of his girlfriend. His eyes watered and his grip tightened as he looked at it. He brought it to the empty space on the wall, and set the photo there. He pulled out scotch tape, and set the photograph on the wall. Jay walked back to his nightstand, grabbing a large black marker.
Above the photograph, he angrily and stiffly began writing on the wall. “In loving memory of.” Then Jay fell to his knees, his fist pounding the floor.
“I...” He whispered to himself. “I... I have to get my mind off this...”
He walked out of the dusty old room, and into the hallway. He looked out of the dusty window in the bathroom. It was dark. He walked out, and down the flight of stairs. Jay made his way into the kitchen, and stared at the microwave. The bowl of Spaghetti-Os from morning had still been there. As his stomach began rumbling, he’d realized he hadn’t eaten all day. He grabbed a bag of potato chips, and walked into his living room.
He sat with his legs spread across the sofa. He grabbed the remote, and watched television as he ate. Eventually, he’d fallen asleep. He began rapidly twitching and grunting as a dream came to mind:
A woman sat tied to a wooden chair in a dark room. She sat there, screaming, writhing. Her words were unintelligible through the leather strap across her mouth. Blood covered various part of her body. The woman was Jay’s girlfriend.
Then, there came the sound of a doorknob turning, and Jennifer sat straight up, eyes wide open. A man in a trench coat walked toward her, holding a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. The man began lightly scraping the barbed wire across her face. She was no longer screaming, but whimpering.
“I told you to scream. Now, when I tell you to do something, YOU DO IT!” He punched her across the jaw, and she began screaming. Then, Jay realized who the man was: Himself.
Jay quickly snapped out of the dream and shot upward, now sitting up. He’d been sweating in his sleep. He wiped his forehead with his hand. “What the... What the hall just happened?” He panted. After about two hours of convincing himself it was safe, he walked upstairs to his bed, and lied down. He lay awake, staring up at the light. He closed his eyes, and slept.
The next morning, Jay walked into his bathroom, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. He quickly changed his clothes and walked out. He walked down the staircase, and realized he’d left the television on.
“Oh, shit. This is not gonna look good on the electric bill.” Jay walked over to the medium sized television, and turned it off. Then, came the sound of a doorbell ringing. Jay walked over to answer the door. He wrapped his hand against the doorknob, and turned. Jay opened the door, and was surprised by who he saw.
“Dan! Hey! So you’re, uh... you’re married, that’s... great.” Jay answered.
“Hey, man, um... you don’t seem that happy.... As a matter of fact, you seem downright crappy.”
“Yeah, well, I guess I am.” Jay forced a slight smile, but lost it quickly. “Yesterday I was unemployed and, uh... My girlfriend died.”
“Oh... I uh, I don’t know what to-”
“Sorry.” Jay cut Dan off. “I didn’t mean to spoil the fun. I just-”
“No, it’s okay, man.” There was an awkward silence. They both just stared at each other. Dan was a tall and skinny man. He had very short blonde hair, and wore a white button shirt, and jeans.
“Come in.” Said Jay, stepping aside, and motioning toward the inside of the doorway. Daniel walked onto the gray carpeted floor.
“So this is, well, now, your place?” Asked Dan.
“Yeah.” Replied Jay. “This is it.” There was another silence as Jay walked over and shut the front door. “Sit down. Jay, with his hand in his jacket pocket, motioned toward the sofa. They sat next to each other, and talked as they watched television. “I’m really sorry about Jen.” Said Dan, a few minutes into the conversation.
“Please.” Replied Jay. “Just don’t remind me... Just don’t.”
There was another silence. “So, Dan, do you still live in the same place?”
“Yeah.” Replied Dan. Jay replied by nodding his head. “You mind if I use your bathroom?” Asked Dan.
“No, man, go ahead.” Replied Jay. “Up the stairs, and to the-”
“I know, I practically lived here as a kid.”
“And by kid, you mean three years younger?”
“Yeah.” Dan got up, and headed up the stairs. Jay sat on the sofa, staring at the photograph of his parents on top of the television. His view then shifted to the photo of his girlfriend. Jay clenched his eyes shut. He, then, opened them as the sound of a man walking down the stairs came. Jay glanced over, seeing Dan, standing there.
“Jay.” Said Dan, his face confused. “I thought you lived alone. Didn’t you say you live alone?”
“Yeah...” Replied Jay. “Why?”
“There’s someone in your room.”
Jay stood straight up, shocked. “What?!”
“Yeah, man. A guy just walked into your room.” Jay’s face was full of anger and fear. “Follow me.” Jay said. He walked into the kitchen, toward the knife rack. “Just in case.” Said Jay. He grabbed a steak knife, and handed Dan a butcher knife.
They both walked slowly up the stairs to the bedroom door. “What the hell?” Asked Jay. “The door is bolted shut.”
“So.” Said Dan. “He could’ve done that!”
“From the outside?”
“Well,” Said Dan. “Just in case.” Jay slowly unbolted the door, and wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. Jay looked at Dan, and nodded his head. Daniel sent a nod back. Jay turned the knob, and rushed in.
“No one’s fucking here, man!” Shouted Jay.
“I know what I saw!” Dan said. Suddenly, Dan’s cell phone went off. Dan reached into his pocket, and pulled it out. He put it to his ear. “Hello?... Oh, hey!... Yeah, I’ll be there in a second.... Bye.” Daniel stuck the phone into his pocket. “Listen, Jay, I gotta go.”
“Alright. Bye, man.” Jay followed Dan into the hallway. And, unknowingly to them, a silhouette of a man stood in the far end of the hall, by the attic door.
Jay lay awake in his small bed. He tried not to stare at the photograph on the wall, but couldn’t break his stare. He couldn’t believe that his one true love could just vanish. Jay grabbed the marker, and walked toward the photograph. He stared at it, wondering why he could not stare into the eyes of a real Jennifer.
Jay finished the sentence he’d began writing above the photograph. After a few letters, it was finished. “In loving memory of Jennifer Elizabeth Walters.”
“Why did you do it?” Jay began sobbing. His light blue eyes were fixed on the photograph. “Was it because of me? What could I have done? Was it me?” Jay’s words became unintelligible as he choked on his tears.
“It wasn’t because of you, Jay.” Came a voice from behind. Jay turned around, not finding the being that had produced this voice. Jay walked across his bedroom, to the window. He peered out; it was pitch black outside. Suddenly, in the reflection on the window, a figure appeared behind him.
As the silhouette inched closer in the reflection, Jays tired eyes were fixed on the window. “Stop it!” He whispered. He closed his eyes tightly. “Go away!” Finally, Jay turned around, seeing only his attic key on the floor.
Say stood there, staring at it. “It’s...” He told himself. “It’s probably just my imagination. All that stuff happening has got to have an affect on my thinking.” Jay crawled back into bed. Though is eyes where far more than heavy, he could not sleep. Eventually, his eyes closed, giving Jay a sense of relief.
Jay’s eyes barely opened, to the sound of an alarm clock. Suddenly, the radio on his alarm clock burst on. His eyes were still fluttering, just trying to stay awake. He grunted as he stretched. “Shut up.” He said just before he yawned. Jay felt for the power button, but gave up. He gripped the wire, and pulled, unplugging it. That’s when it hit him, like a boulder.
Jay sat up, as his eyes fired open, and stayed as if held open by a jack. “I never plugged that thing back in.” He looked at the spot on the floor where the attic key once was. He looked around for it, and noticed it was on the nightstand next to him. “But I never- Oh, wait, yeah that was me.”
Jay pushed away the thin yellow blankets, and walked away. As he walked down the stairs, there came a thud on the window next to the front door. Jay turned his head, automatically to the window, and noticed it was cracked. He rushed toward it, and peered out into the morning. He looked lower, seeing a newspaper. Jay sighed and opened the window.
“You’re paying for that, or I’ll toss this paper at you while a bus is coming!” He shouted down the street. He, then, stretched down out of the window, and grabbed the paper. He pulled himself back in, and walked toward his sofa. He sat, and read the newspaper.
“Okay.” He told himself. “Let’s see if they actually reported anything good that happened.” He began flipping through the pages. “Rape, murder, sports, Job listings.” He was about to pass it, but do to his recent quitting, he decided to take a look.
Jay was driving across a long parking lot of a shopping center. He chose the closest available parking space, and drove his Toyota into it, stopping. He got out of his old car, and locked it. After locking, he continued down the parking lot to “EB games.” He pushed open the glass doors, entering the videogame store.
After briefly examining his surroundings he walked toward the counter. The store had random shelves covered in videogames. Some where covered with movies, CDs, and other electronics. Televisions to sample games were spread across the side of the counter. “Hey.” Said Jay to the cashier.
“Are you gonna buy something or bother me about how I couldn’t get a real job?” Asked the cashier, who was short and skinny, with spiked black hair.
“Uh... neither. Um, I saw a job opening in the paper. Is that taken or-”
“Yeah. But we need money fast, and I mean fast. You‘re hired.”
“What, no application?”
“I said fast didn’t I?” The cashier had a mean look in his eyes.
“Okay, so, when do I, no, what about the wages?”
“Minimum.” Replied the cashier. Jay began smirking and tilting himself toward the door. “Medium.” Said the cashier. Jay tilted back up.
“There we go.”
“Yeah,” The cashier chuckled. “We need money fast.”
“As do I.” Jay smirked. He looked at the Cashier’s nametag. “So, Kyle, when do I start?”
“How about tonight at Eight?”
Jay stood at the doorway of his house, bored. He opened the door, and walked in. “Tonight at eight.” He whispered to himself. “Remember that.” He shut the door, and walked to his couch, and sat sprawled out on the couch, still tired from morning. His eyes fell as he drifted to sleep. As he slept, he kept seeing wooden signs that had the words “HACK/SLASH” carved into them.
Eventually, his eyes flew open. He’d finally got a good night’s sleep... In the morning. He looked at the clock; The clock on his wall read Four O’ clock AM, as the clock on his DVD player read Six O’ Eight PM. He rusted the DVD clock, and walked down the hallway into the kitchen. “Okay,” He said, opening the cabinet. “Time for dinner.” He reached in, and pulled out a small box of Velveeta Macaroni and cheese.
He began cooking the noodles. He noticed that his sink had been full of black water. “What in the hell...” Jay reached his hand down the drain, looking for whatever had clogged it. He found it; A massive clog of hair. He began pulling on it, taking it out. He felt both confusion and disgust as he pulled at the hair. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the drain, and gripped Jay’s wrist. “Jeez!” Jay shouted, falling backward to the floor.
Panting, he looked at his hand. The hair had been wrapped around his hand up to his wrist, and hanging down from there. He walked toward the trashcan, and tore the hair from his arm, dropping it into the trashcan. Jay, then walked toward the faucet. He peered down the drain, noticing only the water flowing down. He washed his hands with green dish soap. After drying his hands, he walked toward the boiling noodles, and stopped the stove.
He poured it into a bowl, mixed in the cheese, and carried it into his living room. He sat on his sofa, watching Comedy central as he ate. He occasionally laughed at the television, but not often. Once he finished his food, he looked at the clock; His clock on the wall read, still, Four O’ clock AM, as his DVD clock read Seven O’ Four PM. He continued watching television until Seven Thirty, then began walking to his car.
He sat in his Toyota, and backed out of his driveway. He drove through the snow still left over, and continued down the street. He noticed it had began snowing again. Eventually, he came to his workplace. He entered the store, finding Kyle again.
“You’re early.” Said Kyle. “Twelve minutes to eight.”
“You said you needed money fast, didn’t you?” Jay walked behind the counter, where Kyle gave him a nametag. “You know,” Said Kyle, lowering his voice. “That kid.” He pointed to a teenager pacing from shelf to shelf. “Has actually been here a fucking hour!”
“Really?” Said Jay. Kyle nodded and grunted. “Let me take care of it.” Jay walked toward the teenager. “Hey.” He said. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”
“Yeah.” Said the kid. “I want that game, I think it’s called Triggerman?”
“No,” Said Jay. “Trust me, you don’t want that game. It’s overloaded with cheesiness and boredom.”
“Oh...” Said the kid.
“If you’re into shooters, how about... um... Gun.”
“Oh, yeah! I never noticed you had that!” The child came to the counter with the game. Jay, simply, sold it to him. “Hey.” Said the kid. “Do you cut yourself?”
“Hell no!” Snapped Jay. “Why?”
“Nothing... You look the type.” The kid grabbed his game, and walked away. “What the hell is with that kid?!” Said Jay loudly. He noticed a line glimmering on his wrist. he squinted his eyes in confusion. He brought his wrist closer, tilting his hand back. Jay slightly slipped down the sleeve of his jacket, revealing a long thin scar across his wrist.
“What the hell?”
|07-08-2006, 08:36 PM||#2|
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hell, new jersey.
It was too long, I had to separate it into three posts:
Jay drove his car through a white mist of snow. His blue eyes alternating between his wrist and the road. He passed a series of small buildings and houses. How in the hell did I get that? He thought, confused. His eyes became fixed on the scar. It was not smooth, and looked like whatever had cut it was sharp and jagged. Jay kept contemplating how he could’ve gotten that. Had a spring been sticking out of the mattress? No, the object that did this was jagged.
Suddenly, there came a crack and a squawking sound. Jay’s gaze came to the windshield, it was cracked, and covered in blood. A dead pigeon fell onto the hood of his car.
“Son of a-!” Jay’s foot was about to hit the brakes, but through the running blood he saw the image of large truck hurtling toward him. He curved the car away, and it drove off the road, into the wooded area on the side. The car passed and array of trees, before stopping in front of one. Jay sat silent, peering through the windshield.
“Are you okay?” Came a man’s voice from behind.
Jay rolled down the window. “Just fucking dandy!” He shouted out the window, angrily and sarcastically.
Jay entered his house; Checking the clock, it was Twelve O’ clock midnight. The clock on the wall still read four AM. He grunted as plopped down onto his couch. Jay’s back was pressed against the back of the sofa. He looked around, his tired eyes shifting for an item that may have cut his wrist.
Jay peered at his wrist, wondering what may have cut it. Ignoring it, he walked toward the staircase, and up. He pushed his door open, and entered. Jay looked at the bookshelf, wondering if he’d like to read. Instead, Jay lay flat against the bed. His halfway closed eyes shifted throughout the room. The paint on the walls had been chipped. I got to paint this tomorrow.
His eyes closed, and he fell asleep. His dream made him feel very uneasy:
All he saw was decrepit pale arms breaking through floorboards. Various whispers filled the air. Afterwards, it began flashing from this to the chair he’d seen in his other dream.
Finally, Jay woke up. Though, his eyes remained closed, trying to stay asleep. He felt something brushing against his arm. It was fuzzy, whatever it was. A cat, perhaps. Jay opened his eyes, and was shocked by what he saw: A little girl. She had no face, just bruised skin. Her hair was brushing against his arm.
“Holy shit!” Jay rapidly moved, trying to get out of the bed. He entangled himself in the sheets. Eventually, he fell to the floor. Jay propped himself up, peering over the bed. No one was there.
“Remember, Jay.” Jay lightly hit himself in the forehead. “Fucking trauma. That’s why you’re seeing things, Jay. Trauma.”
Jay quickly changed his clothes and headed downstairs. He checked the clock on his DVD player; Nine Forty Two AM. He walked into the kitchen. Jay opened his cabinet, and pulled out a box of cereal. He poured that into a bowl, along with some milk. He quickly ate his slightly stale breakfast, and went out the door. He walked through the snow in his green jacket and boots.
Jay opened the door to his rusty Toyota. He sat in the driver’s seat, and shut the door. He put the key in the ignition, and drove off through the white wind of snow. He continued driving down various roads, passing various houses.
Eventually, he came to a large hardware store. He opened the door of his car, after parking, and stepped into the snow. He walked down the long parking lot, snow highly visible in his black hair. Finally, he reached the store, and entered. He paced random aisles in the gigantic warehouse. “Where the hell are the paint brushes?” He asked himself.
“Hello?” Came a voice from behind. Jay turned around, seeing a woman wearing a nametag with the store’s logo on it. “Are you looking for something?”
“Uh... Yeah. I’m looking for paint and a, uh, a brush.”
The woman led him down various aisles, until they reached a rack of paint buckets, across from a shelf of paint brushes.
“Right, so, what color are you looking for?” Asked the woman.
“I don’t know, probably white... Yeah, white.” Replied Jay, scanning the various logos and shades on the buckets.
Jay shot her a confused look. “What, there’s different shades of white now?”
Jay drove away from the store, a bucket of white paint lay next to a paint roller in a small rectangular bin in the passenger’s seat. He drove across a mist of snow, before pulling up into his driveway. Jay carries the bucket and rush inside, his eyes shifted to the clock. It was still quite early. Well, Thought Jay, I might as well get an early start... Even though I’m tired, but oh, well.
Jay managed to get the lid off of the bucket with a screwdriver, and carried the supplies to his bedroom. After staring at the spot where he saw the faceless girl for a moment, he began painting. He strode the roller across the chipped wall, and he put a cover over his mouth and nostrils. He continued shifting the roller between moving up and down, left and right and diagonally.
After covering the entire wall, he stared at the ceiling, wondering whether or not to paint it. No, He thought, Too lazy. Jay exited the room, shutting the door. He walked into the small white bathroom, where he took a quick shower, got dressed, and walked back to his room, wondering how it looks. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and opened. He let out a quick gasp at what he saw. All over the wall, was an array of handprints.
“Holy son of a whore...” He whispered. Jay rushed down the stairwell, to his telephone. He quickly dialed Dan’s number, and waited for someone to answer. “Hello?” A woman’s voice answered. It a bit annoying and mousy. “Hey,” Replied Jay, breathing heavily with his eyes wide open.
“Yeah, sure...” Replied the woman, sounding confused. Jay listened to the sound of footsteps as the woman drew closer to Dan. Finally, Dan’s deep voice answered. “Hey, is this Jay?”
“Yes!” Replied Jay. “Yes, it’s me, and I need serious help.”
“Jay, what are you talking about? Are you saying you‘re crazy? Are you coming out of the closet? What‘s going on here?”
“Not a time to joke, Dan.” Jay lowered his voice, as if making sure nobody could here. “I... I’ve been seeing things, I’ve been having these weird dreams, they just seem to real, I- I- I need help! Not being sent to an asylum.”
“Wow, wow... Slow down, here, Jay.” There was a slight pause as Jay breathed heavily into the phone. “I know exactly what you need. “You, know, this girl, she’s like, amazing! She specializes in troubling memories. Hell, she’s brought back memory’s I didn’t even remember!”
“Troubling mem- How do you know I-”
“Jay, your girlfriend ki-” Dan paused, making sure not to remind Jay. “Anyway, that must have some effect on your mind. I’ll pick you up a bit later, bye.”
“Bye.” Jay hung up the phone, and walked toward a window. He peered out into the morning. I don’t care who this girl is... So long as I’m getting some answers.
Jay lay on the black sofa, his eyes shifting from the television to the window. He’d been anticipating Dan’s car to pull up for a while now. Eventually, Jay got up, off of the couch, and peered out the window; as if it’d help Dan get there faster. Jay walked toward the sofa, and rolling his eyes, fell backwards onto the couch. C’mon! Jay’s thoughts raced, Hurry up! I need fucking answers!
A small smile spread across Jay’s face as a car pulled up into his driveway. He still lay on the couch, waiting for confirmation that it’s Dan. Then, Jay’ eyes widened with joy as there came the sound of a car horn honking. He walked toward his door, and exited the house.
“Hey, man!” Came Dan’s voice from the car. “Hurry up!” Jay rushed toward Dan’s large red pick up truck. He opened the door opposite Dan, and entered the passenger’s seat. “Hey,” Said Jay. “So is this girl come kind of shrink or something?” Dan gave him a blank look; “Kind of.” The sleeves of Jay’s green jacket were slightly covering his hand as they drove through a thick blanket of snow.
Finally, the car stopped by a small building, a sign stood on the lawn in front. Jay’s eyes scanned the sign; The words he read were spoken aloud. “Madame Jade... Five dollars... Read your mi- Dan, you took me to a fucking psychic?” Rage filled Jay’s eyes.
“Well... Yeah. I know what you’re thinking, but she-”
“Psychics aren’t real! You’ve been giving five dollars to a fraud!”
“Dude, just trust me.” Dan exclaimed. Jay opened his mouth slightly, s if about to say a word. But then, he closed it. Jay shifted his view to the sign, than back to Dan. “Alright.” Jay’s eyes rolled as he sighed. “I’ll come in with you. But I won’t believe any of it, alright?”
“Okay.” Dan opened his door, and walked out. Jay did the same. As they walked toward the small house, Jay’s eyes continuously rolled as he sighed. Shortly, they entered. Jay had expected to see an obese woman in a gypsy costume hovering over a crystal ball. He got a complete opposite. Sitting at a small table in a well furnished room sat a woman reading a book; “Angels and Demons by: Dan Brown.”
Her skin was the color of coffee with a slight amount of milk in it. She had long black hair. She was thin, and you could tell her skin was soft from a mile away. Though, the most astonishing feature was her eyes. They were bright green, with lines of blue, and of silver. They seemed like green diamonds, reflecting the light of the moon.
Hot. Jay’s jaw dropped slightly. Really hot. He then stuck up his jaw slightly, looking quite full of himself. But a fraud nonetheless. Plus, am I really ready to move on? The woman set her book aside, and held out a long slender hand. “Hello, Daniel.” She said in a deep, yet very feminine voice. All her words seemed to roll off her tongue. Dan reached out, and shook her hand. “Hello, Jade.” Dan smiled.
“Jay?” Asked Jade. “Why are you-”
“I’m not impressed.” Jay interrupted. “Dan probably told you my name.”
“Well,” Jade smiled. “You caught me there.” Jay sent her a satisfied smile. Bitch, he thought. “What the hell did you just call me?!” Exclaimed Jade, her smile gone.
Jay trembled. “There’s no way you heard that, I-”
“So you did call me somethin’!” Jade turned her head away from Jay, who stood in the corner, and back to Dan. “Hey, Daniel. Sit down.” She smiled. Dan turned his head back to Jay. “I told you she’s good.” He then turned his attention to Jade. “Actually, my friend Jay wants to talk to you.”
“What?!” Jay shouted.
“Come on, sit down.” Jade looked up at him, smiling. Jay pouted, and paced toward the chair.
“You know.” Said Jay. “My friend said someone would help me clear my mind and get better or something. He didn’t say some crazy lady was gonna tell my future.”
“Well.” Jade’s smile became more fake looking, as her eyes grew rage. “Your friend was right. Now sit down before I claw your eyes out.” With that, Jay propped himself up against the back of the chair. “Look straight at my eyes.” Said Jade. Jay did as he was told. His bright blue eyes connecting with hers. Suddenly, Jade’s eyes began to look troubled. “Your girlfriend killed herself.” Jade gasped.
“I know, I- Dan told you.” Jay replied.
“Yes, I know that!” Jade snapped back. She then calmed herself, closing her eyes and turning away. Jay began a long anticipated fit of blinking. “But... Do you have anything of Jessica’s? On you, I mean.”
“Yes.” Jay coughed, trying to hide that he was troubled by thinking of his girlfriend. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a thin golden necklace. On the edge of which, was a small trinity symbol. “Hand it to me.” Said Jade, her eyes intent.
“Dan.” Jay, skeptical, turned to Dan, who simply nodded his head toward Jade. “Shit...” Jay muttered under his breath. He slowly slid the necklace across the table. He smirked slightly angrily at Jade. She gripped the shining trinity symbol, and closed her eyes. Even when closed, you could see her eyes bursting with intent. “She says...” Jade whispered. Jay’s and Dan’s head turned toward Jade in unison.
“She says...” Jades eyes were moving under the lids. “She misses you.” Her eyebrows moved sporadically. “And, she says... she wants her life back... And she says she didn’t jump, she didn’t kill herself.” Jay’s eyes widened with confusion and anger. “Bullshit!”
“That’s what she says.” Said Jade, eyes open. “I don’t know, it could mean anything. And I don’t know-”
“I saw her jump!” Jay interrupted, loudly. “I held her bleeding body in my arms!” Jay stood up, pushing back the chair. “You’re bullshit, lady.” His eyes were clenched with anger, as Jay stormed out the wooden door.
|07-08-2006, 08:37 PM||#3|
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hell, new jersey.
Now for post three:CHAPTER SIX:
Jay entered his house after being driven home by Dan. “Thanks anyway, Dan.” He shut the door behind him, seeing that snow was gently floating onto his carpet. He looked up, his eyes climbing the stairwell. He wanted to enter his room, but a wall of fear held him back. He yawned and fell to the sofa, incredibly bored, and still slightly angered from the “psychic.”
He began flipping through the channels, finding nothing that could be considered slightly entertaining. He looked at the digital clock on his DVD player; Twelve Twenty Nine. It’s still pretty early. Thought Jay. For him, noon was an early wake up call. His eyelids slowly closed, and Jay rolled to his side, falling asleep. As his closed eyes shifted, he fell into a dream:
Jay lay in his bathtub, but as apposed to water, it was filled with blood. Most of the blood seemed more liquid-like, flowing in the tub. But some was more like a thick slime, as if it’d been coagulated. Also, some was congealed, and hard. Blood stains horrifyingly decorated the wall. His blue eyes stood out in this pool of red. Jay closed his eyes for a bit, then opened them. A ring of blood circled his iris. The ring grew, until blood was pouring from his eyes.
Suddenly, there came the sounds of screams, men and women hollering in pain, agony, and fear. Then, from the pool of blood he’d been lying in, emerged an onslaught of arms, and hands. Some of the hands were missing fingers. But the stubs of fingers were smooth, they weren’t accidental. The hands gripped Jay, and pulled him under.
After a moment of still, rippling blood, Jay emerged, screaming. He and all the massive amounts of blood, were engulfed in flames. Then, Jay awoke, not realizing he’d awoken into another dream. He stood in the corner of a dark, large, wooden room. The air was thick with dust. The room hadn’t been very high. Jay saw the chair he’d seen in his other dream. But now, although it was the same exact room, something was different. A window hung to the left of the chair. It was circular, and the design of the wood gave the impression of a sun bursting inward. A radius, with lines, and larger circles spawning from it.
Also, weapons aligned the wall. No guns, only weapons that’d be painful. “What in the hell is-” He was cut off by the sound of a door opening. Jay stepped back further into the corner, taking cover in the shadows. He peered to the men entering the room. One was Jay, himself, wearing a long black trench coat. He was dragging a man, who was writhing on the floor.
The man being dragged had chains on his wrists and feet. “Stop! Don’t do this!” The man’s screams were muffled under the cloth he’d been gagged with. The chair’s base had been bolted into the ground. Locks hung on the front two legs of the chair. Once the man was propped up against the chair, and locked to it, Jay recognized the face: Dan.
Jay’s eyes fired open, finally straying from the dream. He was finally awake. He looked at the clock on his DVD player: Two Thirty Three. His eyes then shifted to the clock on the wall: Eight Thirty.
The next morning, Jay awoke on his black sofa. He’d awoken extraordinarily early: Four O’ clock A.M. On the dot. After his normal late night ritual (See what’s on television.) he walked out his door, wearing his green jacket. He’d planned on just going for a small walk. Considering the fact that it was actually morning, and not night, the sky was a dimly lit light blue. Snow whirled in the wind around him. He was walking across cement, near a few houses.
Eventually, he came to a path that circled around a small lake. The ice-cold air bit at his face. As he walked, he looked at the lake next to him. The water was frozen, with snow piled on some parts. The color of the ice mimicked the sky. When he felt a chill on his wrist, his eyes fixed on it. He brought his wrist closer to his eye. He stood still, staring at the scar. He flinched, slightly, as a sharp pain hit his wrist. Suddenly, the wound opened, spilling blood onto the snow.
“Shit!” Jay dropped to his knees, gripping his wrist. He grunted in pain as he gritted his teeth. A man kneeling in the snow, holding his bleeding wrist, as a mist of snow whirled around his environment; It created an almost iconic image. Not wanting anyone to see, Jay put held his bleeding wrist on the inside of his jacket, leaving a large spatter of red snow behind.
Once inside his house, Jay stood at his bathroom counter, holding a cloth to his wrist, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. After the bleeding stopped, Jay poured hydrogen peroxide on his wrist, to clean the wound. Once clean, he wrapped a bandage around his wrist, and taped it still.
Jay walked downstairs into his living room. He sat, still rattled by the incident, but somehow bored. He looked at his wrist. That psychic was pretty good looking. Thought Jay, Listen to yourself, Jay! She’s no psychic! Psychics aren’t real!... But what if she is?, Jay continued the argument between himself and himself. His mind was confused., But she’s not a psychic!... But... If she is... Well, I could use the answers... But she’s not a psychic... But, psychic or not, any explanation would make me feel better.
Jay concluded that he’d go to see her later. Maybe not today, but later. He plopped down onto the sofa, and sat. Wait a minute..., Thought Jay., Today is November eighth... Today is my birthday... I’ll reward myself for living twenty four- No, twenty five years by going the hell to bed. Jay headed upstairs to his bedroom. He was oblivious to this wall of fear now, through his tiredness.
Jay opened the door to his room, and walked in. His half-opened eyes scanned the array of handprints on the wall. Maybe it was there from before the paint?, Thought Jay, Like, the finger acids or something about that scientific chemical shit. I don’t know... Oh, shit! Jay realized what he’d painted over. He gripped the photograph of his girlfriend from the top of the pile of posters he removed for painting the wall. He re-taped it onto the wall, motioning his hands around it to be sure it would not fall.
He then grabbed the marker from the nightstand, and wrote above the photograph: “In loving memory of Jennifer Elizabeth Walters.” Then, Jay walked toward his bed, and fell down onto it. He squirmed around to get under the covers. Eventually, his eyes closed, and he drifted to sleep.
Jay’s eyes fired open as he awoke. No slightly opening, then blinking a bit, but firing open. Although his eyes shot open, he was still in a state of tiredness where he was oblivious to what’s happening. An electric bell sound hovered through the room. This noise reoccurred several times before Jay realized what had woken him up; A doorbell.
He trotted down the stairs, toward the door. He looked like he’d barely gotten any sleep. He was wearing a black tee shirt and jeans. His hair was all over the place, his eyes bagged, and his clothes looked like he had slept in them; He had slept in them. Jay fumbled to a stop at the door. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob, and turned. He pulled open the door, revealing Dan, who, for some reason, held a box poorly wrapped in “Happy mother’s day.” wrapping paper.
“Hey, man, you look like crap!” Dan exclaimed, happily.
“What’s with the box?” Asked Jay, trying to hold his eyes open.
“Jay, you’re twenty five now, remember.”
Jay stood there, tired. Only one word came to mind. “Oh,” Dan heard himself say. “Come in.” As they sat on the black couch, Dan set the gift on the table. There was an awkward silence as Jay stared out the window, trying to keep his eyes open, and adjusting them to the light. “So,” Said Dan. “You gonna open it?”
“Sure.” Said Jay, leaning into the box on the glass coffee table. He picked up the box, and quickly looked at the wrapping paper. “Aw, how sweet!” Said Jay. “You think I’m the best mother ever!” Jay smiled and turned his head to Dan.
“Oh, open the damned thing!” Dan smiled. “Y’ know, Jay, you’re practically asleep, yet your sarcasm still manages to get in the way of everything.”
“Yeah, I’ll open it.” Jay turned his head to the box. He began stripping the box of it’s wrapping paper. Once done unwrapping, Jay noticed it was a shoebox for high heels. “So you do think I’m your mother!” Jay laughed.
“Oh, open the thing, dumb-ass!” Dan laughed with him. Jay opened the shoebox, finding a box for a small Sony video camcorder, next to a set of small video tapes for the camera.
“Whoa, thanks, man!” This really woke Jay up. “How’d you afford it?”
“Well, it’s a little thing I like to call ‘getting a real job’!” Dan laughed.
“Oh, shut up, man!” Jay laughed back.
After Dan left, Jay sat on the couch, eyeing the bandage wrapped around his wrist. He checked the digital clock on his DVD player; Two O’ Nine P.M. What in the hell happened to my wrist!, Thought Jay, What cut it? Why did the scar go unnoticed? Why did it slit open earlier? Somehow, through the questions rattling his mind, he laughed at the time. It was late, but a normal wake up time for Jay.
Jay’s eyes shifted through the room, now fully open. Still tired, though, he grunted. He walked into his kitchen. It was normal, but Jay sensed something odd about it. For some reason, the smell of salt filled the air. But another odor joined it... Jay was oblivious to the smell... Some kind of chemical. Jay reached into his small wooden cabinet, and pulled out a box of cereal. He poured it into a bowl along with some milk. Jay sat at the table, eating spoonful after spoonful. But, then, he heard a drop, something hitting water. He looked into his bowl, noticing a small object in the water. It began thrashing in the water; It was a fly. Then, another fly fell onto his table. Then flies were falling everywhere.
Jay looked up, seeing an onslaught of flies hanging from the ceiling. “Oh, holy son of a-” Jay stopped himself, walking out of the kitchen. He picked up a phone nearby, and dialed the exterminator. “Hello,” Came a man’s voice on the other line. “This is Roach-killer extermination service. We take care of bugs, rats, other rodents, and children.” The man laughed wildly. Am I talking to a fucking Hyena?, Thought Jay.
“No, just kidding ya buddy. That’s a joke we play on all our- Whatever.” The man’s voice took a more solemn tone. “What do you want to die?”
“Um...” Jay had never heard it put quite that way. “Yeah, in my kitchen, I got a bunch of-”
“Children?” The man then began his hyena laugh. “No, just kidding ya buddy, just kidding.”
“Flies. They’re covering the whole ceiling.”
“Um... That’s not good.”
“No, it’s fantastic.” Jay’s sarcasm stood out like a stabbed thumb on fire. “Anyway, get here fast. It’s like the fucking exorcist over here.”
“Yeah.” Jay explained address, and hung up. Jay sat awaiting the exterminator. An hour passed before the doorbell rang. Jay answered the door, finding an obese man in tattered blue exterminators uniform. On his belt, hung various chemicals and devices. Also, a gas mask. His nametag read; Stan.
“Right so,” Said Stan. “Where are the children?” He did that devilish hyena laugh that pierced Jay’s ears so.
“Go!” Said Jay, loudly and violently pointing behind him toward the kitchen. The man stepped in, walking toward the kitchen. Jay could here as the exterminator entered the kitchen; “Hey, you got a lot of children.” Jay’s head pounded with annoyance at the laugh. “Oh, and, these chemicals are dangerous. You’ve gotta go somewhere. Jay knew exactly where to go. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll take care of the children!”
“Say the word ‘children’ one more time, and I’ll shove that bug spray so far up your hyena ass, you’ll crap out your mouth the rest of your life!!!” Jay slammed the door shut, and walked toward his car.
Jay opened the door to his old car, and stepped in. He put his key in the ignition, and backed out of his driveway. He turned his car, and began driving down the road, which was plowed of it’s snow. Beside him, snow covered the yards of his neighbors. Some children played, throwing snowballs and making snowmen.
Jay pulled up next to a small house. On the yard, hung a sign that said; “Madame Jade.” Sighing, Jay exited the car. He walked down the narrow pavement, to the font door. He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, and opened. He entered the room, finding Jade sitting at the table, reading. “Hey,” Said Jay. “It’s me.”
“Uh-huh.” Jade set her book aside, and looked up toward Jay. “I was expecting you, Jay.” Jay groaned. “Sit.” Jade motioned to the chair across from her.
“Yeah.” Jay walked toward the chair, pulled it out, and sat. There was an awkward silence between he two of them.
“Well?” Said Jade. “Are you gonna ask me about your dreams?”
“How’d you know it was about a dream?”
Jade gave a satisfied smile. “Now you’re getting it, Jay.” Another awkward silence endured between them. “Close your eyes.” Jade’s smile was gone, replaced by intent. “Try as hard as you can to remember this dream.”
How could I forget this dream?, Thought Jay. “O-Okay...” Jay’s eyes squinted in confusion. Eventually, Jay’s eyes relaxed to a close. As much as he hated to, he imagined the dreadful chain of dreams. Jay felt the warm hand of Jade on his forehead. Jade closed her eyes, holding a pen to a piece of paper. Then, her hand moved, as is pulled by someone else.
“Open your eyes.” Jade stared down at the paper. As Jay opened his eyes, he saw a single word on the paper; Patterson. “I don’t get it.” Jay’s eyes scanned the name. “I don’t know a Patterson?” His eyes climbed to Jade, who stared down at the paper. Her face was as if she’d seen a ghost.
“What is it?” Asked Jay.
“My brother... Patterson.”
|07-17-2006, 12:03 PM||#4|
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hell, new jersey.
Jay watched as Jade’s eyes scanned the paper.
“Is something going to happen?” Asked Jay. Jade nodded her head, as her eyes climbed up to Jay. “But... Why was Dan in my dream?” Jay asked.
“I don’t know, Patterson is all I- Wait, did you get Dan’s whole name?”
“Yeah.” Jay responded. “Daniel Martin Carpenter.”
“Well, then, I don’t know. But my brother is the only Patterson either of us know, and-”
“ But, I don’t know Patterson! How could my dream mean-”
“Maybe you have known him.”
Jay looked dumbfounded. “Huh?”
“N- Never mind.... I better go. I don’t know what’s gonna happen to my brother, but it will probably involve fire.” Jay wanted to exclaim ‘Why Fire?’ But then he remembered how he’d become engulfed in flames in his nightmare. Jade’s eyes shifted toward Jay. “Wait... You’re the one with the visions. Why don’t you come with me?”
“Well, uh, Jade, I really don’t entirely believe all this! I mean, seriously... Psychic Premonitions being real... And happening to me? It’s just kind of hard to,... To believe.”
“Jay, you’ve seen people in your house! People who... People who are dead.”
“Dead? Listen, it’s just my imagination getting lose, I just witnessed my girlfriend’s death! I mean, that’s got to have some effect on your mind!... And even if this were real, I’ve got a Job! I‘ve got a,... A job.”
Jay’s eyes filled with confusion and pity. “I’m sorry.” Jay walked toward the door. He wrapped his fingers around the knob, and turned, opening the door.
“Just in case, Jay.” Jade said. Jay looked back, and saw Jade holding a card. Jay grabbed the card, noticing it had said her phone number and address. With that, Jay left.
Jay stopped upon his doorstep. He knocked, wondering whether or not it was safe to enter. He waited several seconds; No answer. He knocked again, waiting several seconds for, again, no answer. Assuming it was safe, Jay entered. As he walked into his living room, he heard a faint buzzing. What a great job this guy did., Thought Jay, sarcastically. A horrible smell hit Jay, and it was not chemical. Jay put his arm over his mouth, and continued. He walked down the small hallway, to his kitchen. Once he got to his kitchen, he jumped back at what he saw. Taking a few steps back, Jay began gagging. From his mouth spewed vomit.
Laying on the floor, was the exterminator’s dead body. Flies crawled in and out of his eyes and mouth. Jay stood back, squinting his eyes in terror. His mind was ridden with disturbing images and questions. Jay, on reaction, began running back to the door. He never looked at anything, he only directed himself on instinct. Jay, in a state of terror, with only the thought of escaping, fumbled with the doorknob. Eventually, the door opened. As Jay stumbled out the door, he tripped, falling down the small set of stairs that had led to his door.
Jay forced himself back up, and held out his cell phone. Quickly, he dialed the police. Almost instantly, an officer answered. “9-1-1 emergency, may I ask who’s speaking?”
“Jay Masterson.” He tried to hide the disgust in his voice. “In my house, there’s a,... A dead body.”
“At 409 Redwood Avenue, hurry!”
“We’ll be there immediately!”
With that, the policeman who’d answered the phone had hung up.
Jay sat on his doorstep, eyes wide. Jay tucked his cell-phone back into his pocket. He was trying to comprehend the situation. What in the hell is going on..., Thought Jay. It felt as if the card Jade had given him was burning through his jacket pocket. Oh, fuck it. You don’t understand this, so why not have Jade explain? After all, she is the psychic, Jay thought to himself. He reached into his pocket, groping for his small cell phone. Finally, he retrieved it. Jay’s hand then crept into his other pocket, grabbing the flat firm paper card Jade had given him. He opened his cell phone as his eyes scanned the letters.
He dialed the number. The number was short, and must have been a cell phone number. This was a good thing, considering Jade was most likely not only sitting over the book she always reads in her own home after she’d just said; “I should go now.” His thoughts were racing; I’ve just seen a dead body! Have I been hallucinating or have I actually seen ghosts? Why in the hell would I be having the psychic visions? WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!!! I NEED ANSWERS!!!
“Hello?” An answer came on the phone, Jay recognized the smooth voice to be that of Jade’s.
“Um, hello? Oh, hello!” Jay had forgotten he was holding a cell phone to his ears. “Jade, I’m grateful you gave me that card.”
“Oh, thank you Jay! Thank you so much!”
“Where do you want me to meet you?”
“At... Henderson train station. The train to where I am going boards at Six P.M.”
“Good... That gives me just enough time to talk with the police.”
“What!? The cops?! Jay what did you-”
“Bye.” Jay flipped the phone shut as police cars gathered in front of his house.
Five thirty-two P.M.: Jay’s car pulled up in front of The Henderson Train Station. He wrapped his fingers around the handle, and pulled, releasing the car door. Jay pushed the door open, and jumped out. As soon as his shoes planted onto a small puddle, a chill jolted up his spine: My job! I’ve forgotten about my job! Jay reached into his jacket pocket, and retrieved his cell-phone. He dialed his work’s number, and waited by his open door.
“Hello.” An answer came on the other end of the line. “E.B. Games, we buy and cell... Okay is this another prank call?.... I just wanna make sure this isn’t a prank call. We don‘t get much calls around here unless it‘s a-”
“No,” Jay cut him off. “It’s not a prank call. This is Jay, Kyle.”
“Oh, hi! Sorry, it’s just that I wanted to make sure it’s not a prank call. We don’t get much calls unless-”
“Yeah, I get that. Anyway, I’m taking a little vacation.”
“Vacation?!” Kyle’s voice filled with shock. “Jay, this place needs money, it-”
Jay could not think of what to say, so spoke on instinct. “A much needed vacation.”
“Jay, you can’t be serious!”
“A VERY MUCH needed vacation!”
“Someone could die!!” Jay could not believe his own words. As he listened for an answer, he felt a sense of relief by the fact that he’d accidentally pressed the “End Call” button before he said that. Suddenly, on the other end of the line, came a clutter of small distorted whispers. They were quiet, and unintelligible. Jay listened harder, this time hearing that the whisper of a man. He listened closer, realizing the voice had been familiar, too familiar. He could have sworn it was his own voice as he listened closer. Listening closer, the whispers stopped.
Jay, confused, held the phone to his ear. “Hello?” Asked Jay.
Then, a voice came on the other line, it was a distorted, almost inhuman voice; “Oh, you better hurry, Mr. Masterson.” Then the voice broke into an uncontrollable laugh. Jay tore his face away from the cell phone. He snapped the phone shut, and shoved it into his pocket. He shut his door, ad headed to the station. Jay reached the glass doors, and pushed them open. His feet clacked against the marble floor as he entered.
The train station was a large waiting room, mostly made of strong plastic that would have fooled one into believing it was marble. It was filled with benches. To the right was a small hallway leading to the restrooms, to the left there was a glass wall, displaying the inside of the gift shop. Over on the end of the room, was another glass wall, but with a door. Beyond it was about twenty feet of pavement, before it sunk into a large grove, laden with train tracks. At parts were very small staircases, for getting onto, and off of a train. People also stood waiting on the pavement.
Jay’s eyes scanned the benches, looking for anything remotely close to the back of Jade’s head. But, alas, he saw every hair color but black. Even someone’s hair had been died pink. He walked to the end of the room. He planted his hands on the glass door, and pushed. It was surprisingly heavy. Jay peered all around the pavement, seeing nobody. He pushed through the crowds, powerfully, but gentle enough to make sure none got to close to the train tracks. As he shoved, his eyes rapidly scanned the area. Jade had not been here.
Jay made his way back to the waiting room, and entered. He angrily paced to the other side of the room. He pressed against the glass door, and exited. His eyes searched the parking lot. He noticed a car with “Psychics Suck Ass!” Spray painted on the side parking. He could not help but laugh. But then, exiting the car, he saw Jade. “What in the hell?” He whispered to himself. Jade casually walked along the parking lot. Jay, then noticed her eyes turn to him. She then broke into a sprint. Jay walked up to meet her.
Once they finally met up with each other, they smiled. “I thought that you weren’t coming.” Said Jay.
“Sorry I’m late. Wait... Late. Oh, holy shit, did I miss the train?!” Jade panicked.
“No.” Jay laughed. “You didn’t miss the train. And what’s the-”
“Spray paint on the side of my car? Some Jackass teenagers.” Jade and Jay walked across the parking lot, and into the waiting room.
|07-30-2006, 12:52 PM||#6|
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hell, new jersey.
As they stood by the door, Jade’s eyes climbed toward the clock, and she almost jumped at what she saw; It had been Five Fifty-Seven P.M.
“Oh, shit! Jay, we gotta hurry!” She grasped his wrist, and began running. Jay ran alongside. Jay pushed open the glass door on the end of the room, and they ran through. Jay and Jade eventually made it to a line of various people. Most of them were businessmen and businesswomen. Some looked homeless, and some held infants. Eventually, after following the clutter of people, they entered the train. As they entered, they noticed the train was long and narrow. Various people crowded the seats, they could barely move without touching someone.
The train was filled with loud talking and shouts as the doors closed. They weren’t sure if they could here their own thoughts. “Jay!” Shouted Jade. “We should discuss this somewhere more quiet!!”
“What?!” Jay yelled back.
“What?!” Jade replied.
“Exactly!!” Jade gripped Jay’s wrist and began running to the back of the train. She pulled him to a door. They opened it, and entered the second car of the train. In this one, the only people there were homeless and sleeping. Jay and Jade sat on the far end of the train car, across from each other. “So...” Said Jay. “You gonna explain this or what?”
“Yes... Uh, Jay.... Do you believe in... reincarnation?”
“No, but I have a feeling I will after this.”
“Well... I don’t have any other explanations for this... So I guess I’ll believe this by default.”
“By default?... Okay, then. Jay, sometimes people die, and... Well, they didn’t die in a way they intended to, and-”
“Wait... A way they intended to die? I don’t get it.”
“They wanted to kill themselves, Jay. And sometimes, they die a different way. And because they didn’t die the way they intended to... Well, die the way they wanted to. They... take over whoever their, well their, reincarnated form is. They used the body to, well, die the way they intended to. They kill themselves Jay.”
“They’re not killing themselves... They’re killing other people!” Jay almost stood up as rage filled his watering eyes. Jay sat in silent rage for a few moments. “Why the hell me?!” Jay would have shouted if it weren’t for the people in the train car next to them, and in the train car with them. “WHY DO I SEE THEM?! WHY DO THEY HAUNT ME?! HOW IS ANY OF THIS CONNECTED ITH ME?!!!” The situation was overwhelming.
“I don’t know, Jay.” Jade laid a kind hand on Jay’s shoulder. “But that’s what we’re going to figure out, okay?” Her voice was soft and kind. Jay shook her hand off of his shoulder, and turned his head toward the window, watching various lights in the tunnel pass by like large fire flies whizzing by. The situation had already been overwhelming to Jay, but this was just about too much. Like smoke, the questions swirled around Jay, closing in on him, crushing his thoughts. Jay squinted his eyes until they were clenched shut.
A loud hiss erupted from the tracks as the train came to a stop. Jay and Jade made there way across a horde of shoving, and pushing people, most likely trying to get to an important business meeting. And finally, Jay and Jade made it to the platform. They began walking past random people holding up random signs, saying names, and also things like; “Bring our troops home!” and “Spare some change!”. To both, Jay gave Five dollars. Eventually, they came to see a sign above the crowd. It read “Jade Jacobson.”
They made their way to the sign, pushing through random people. Eventually, they reached the man. “Hey, Pat!” Said Jade. The man was tall, about six feet, five inches, slightly taller than Jay. He bore large brown eyes, above which, was a small afro. “Hey, Jade!” He replied. His eyes shifted toward Jay. “Who’s this?” Patterson asked. “You got yourself a boyfriend?”
Jade gave a small giggle. “No, he’s here to help me with... My psychic business.” Jay could not believe that his heart sank as soon as she said no. This caused him to think; Do I actually love her?
“Oh, Jade, not your psychic crap again. You know it annoys me.”
“Okay, sorry... Oh, and, uh, Pat, go ahead, introduce yourself.”
Patterson held out his hand to Jay. “Hey, I’m Patterson, but you can call me Pat.”
Jay took his hand, and shook. “I’m Jay.” After about three minutes of awkward silence...
“Okay.” Said Patterson. “I’ll take you to my car now.”
Jay sat in the back of a large, silver S.U.V. Jade sat in the passenger’s seat, in front. Next to her was Patterson, driving. “So.” Patterson said. “You’re sure this isn’t your boyfriend?” Jay and Jade laughed at the comment.
“Yeah.” Said Jade. “Like I said before, he’s just here to help me with something. Some of my psych-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.” Patterson cut her off. His eyes, for a moment, glared into the rear view mirror, looking at Jay. “You don’t talk so much, Jay.”
“Yeah, well... Something happened recently, and... Well, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Jade leaned in toward Patterson, whispering into his ear; “He just recently witnessed his girlfriend killing herself.” Patterson scowled at the idea of what she’d just said.
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